#but i hope you liked it!

[pprodsuga]

i’m serious about you

summary: gojo realizes just how much he likes you when you go on your first date

note: feeling a bit soft for gojo rn so pls enjoy this little scenario…it’s 2am and i just wanna write something before i go to bed <3 gojo is probably a little ooc but this is my blog so!!!

i’m a lil rusty when ur comes to writing fics but i hope u enjoy!

warnings: fluff fluff fluff + she/her pronouns

masterlist :)

“I’m surprised this place is open so late.”

You mutter absentmindedly as you look at the pastries behind the glass, face at a respectable distance while Gojo stands beside you. He leans down to see what you see, his own eye catching the chocolate cake sitting on the top shelf.

“Nanami told me about it a while ago,” he explains. “Says he likes to come here when he can’t sleep since they’re open so late.”

“Do you like this bakery?”

Gojo watches as you pick and choose which pastries you want to try. The girl behind the counter lifts her gaze to him, eyes widening before averting her gaze to the small box in her hands.

“Haven’t tried it, actually,” Gojo says. He rubs the back of his neck when you turn around. “I, uh, wanted to wait. To try it with you, I mean.”

He sees your mouth morph into a shy smile and he can’t help but return it. Gojo turns and orders a beverage from the cashier, watching as her fingers fumble with the buttons before she relays the bill.

You’re about to pull out your wallet when Gojo reacts quicker than you can comprehend. You watch as he gives his credit card to the cashier without batting an eyelash. He laughs when you huff and grumble about being able to pay for the pastries since he paid for dinner, but he bumps his hips with yours and tells you it‘s on him.

You look so perfect under the awful fluorescent lights in your best dress and hair let down. He’s not used to seeing you like this; so carefree without your worries tucked away in that pretty little head of yours.

Gojo used to think he’d make it through life without relying on anyone and that he couldn’t count on other people for his own source of happiness and companionship. But he can’t deny there’s something about you that tugs at his heart strings a bit too aggressively.

This feeling follows him to the morning prior, when he asked you to accompany him to dinner. Gojo had guessed that you liked him more than you let on but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t feel the same. This new sensation in the pit of his stomach travels with him tonight, especially when he takes a step back to fully absorb the way you look in his jacket. It dwarfs your shorter stature yet Gojo thinks it was made for you to wear.

The girl behind the counter turns around to finish the order, leaving the two of you to your wits for the time being. Gojo senses that this—casual dating or otherwise—isn’t something you do often. He silently thanks Shoko for drilling him about you (likes, dislikes, who you are as a person aside from the so-called friend group you two belong in) because he sees your finger tapping against the side of your leg and decides to make a move.

“I really like spending time with you,” Gojo starts. “I could do this again and again if you let me.”

“Really?” you ask, sounding something akin to disbelief. Your dress follows your movements as you turn around but all Gojo can focus on is the way your cheeks begin to blush. How cute.

He takes a step forward, nodding. “Believe it or not, I really enjoy spending all of my money on cute girls.”

“Is that so?“ you ask with an uptick in your voice. “Wonder if I’m the cutest, then.”

Gojo knows you’re joking by the way you’re smiling at him, but he wants to set the record straight.

“You are,” he says, “because you’re the only one.”

A soft sound distracts the two of you and he looks past your shoulder to see the cashier has set his beverage on the counter. Gojo thanks her and grabs the cup when he notices notices she’s written her phone number on the back of the surface. His stomach drops when he sees your eyes linger on the penmanship.

He panics.

“I must be special.”

Your voice lacks the humor from moments prior, eyes glazing over the written numbers while Gojo pathetically stands like he’s a frozen statue. He doesn’t know why he cares what you think of him nor why he wants to disprove the theory that he can’t settle down because of an innate need to flirt with everything that breathes. He watches you swallow and avert your gaze to the exit sign when he nods furiously.

“Yeah, you are.”

Gojo throws the beverage in the trash can beside him and cups your jaw in both of his hands to pull you into a tender kiss in the middle of a poorly lit bakery with two other patrons. He thinks your lips taste like coconut and sugar, so soft that he could keep his mouth on you forever and never complain.

He must be doing something right because you’re kissing him back.

You pull away first and he laughs at your flustered state, leaning in to press another quick kiss to your lips before you can escape him. He pays no mind to the girl who walks into the back room.

“I’ll spend however long it takes to make you understand that I’m serious about you,” Gojo promises.

“You better send Nanami a thank you card.” You grab the box of pastries. “Taking me here was a good start.”

Yeah, he thinks. She’s the one.

#gojo x reader #gojo x you #gojo x oc #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jjk x oc #gojo satoru #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x oc #gojo satoru x you #jujutsu kaisen x reader #gojo satoru fluff #ahhh it’s been so long since i’ve written fanfics and it’s 2am #very sorry for any poor writing choices #but i hope you liked it! #<3 #my writing

[legolasghosty]

"Why is there a raccoon on your lap?" Alex asked, knowing he was going to regret the answer.

Willie looked up at him sheepishly. "Cause.... the raccoon might be Reggie?" they admitted.

Alex grimaced. Oh no. Not again. "What happened?" he asked, turning toward the herb bottles on the kitchen counter.

The raccoon squealed and Willie quickly resumed his steady stroking of its back. "Not totally sure," they admitted. "Almost definitely a potion, but I don't know if it was an accident or if..."

If someone did this on purpose.

Alex clenched his fist, trying to shut off the sparks that were forming on his fingertips at the thought of anyone trying to hurt Reggie. He didn't have time for anger now, he had to get an antidote ready. Willie might be better at incantations, but potions had always been Alex's strength.

"Is he gonna be okay?" Willie asked softly as Alex prepped the ingredients.

Alex nodded, forcing himself to stay calm. "Yeah, we'll figure this out. And then he can tell us how this happened."

He hoped it had been some sort of accident. Because if someone had done this to Reggie on purpose... well, he wasn't sure that he or Willie could be trusted not to retaliate.

(Send me the first sentence of a fanfic and I'll write the next 5+!)

#legolas tag #who is in love in this fic? #who knows! #not the writer! #is it Willex? #Is it Willexie? #is it Ralex? #darned if I know! #read it however you want! #no I will not be explaining the magic system here! #cause I don't know how it works either! #pretty sure this is NOT what you had in mind when you sent it in #but I hope you liked it!

[blametheeditor]

Could you do something with jeremy? You can choose the prompt I just really wanna see something with jeremy if that's fine

Ask and you shall receive!

And Why Not Trust Yourself

Warnings: cursing, not being listened to, being trapped unwillingly. Mentions of death and murder.

I'm sorry, Jeremy, you have been chosen as sacrifice

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Jeremy knew the night would end in terror the moment he saw the place Mr. Afton told them was in need of inspection. Technically, he had known before they even agreed to do the task asked of them. 

For one, they’re night guards. As much as you can change the details of their job due to having to survive every night from being murdered by the animatronic mascots at each restaurant, that’s all they are. Being good at multitasking and quick on your feet doesn’t make you qualified to tell if an old building is up to code on fire hazards, and if its structure is a good layout for yet another restaurant to franchise. 

Secondly, the cruel man’s true intentions were made clear with the statement ‘in case any animatronics were left there, surely I can trust my seven best night guards to handle it’. 

Th-Th-This is a b-bad idea.

He hadn’t voiced his concerns then. Not with Scott seeming almost bored with the task, acting like this was a normal Friday night to the eldest guard. Not when Caleb hadn’t been summoned, making it clear it wasn’t something to eliminate every honorary night guard. 

We should go b-b-b-back.

He shook as he felt himself freeze after seeing what looks to be a death-trap. Yet David rolled his eyes as he shoved Jeremy toward the neglected building, seeming unaffected by what unknown dangers they could run into. Mike sending him a knowing smirk to promise they’ll stay together so nothing bad can happen. 

There’s s-s-something w-wrong.

And when he finally mustered the courage to say something, he was cut off by a door on their left suddenly slamming shut where Eggs had just sprinted into alone to try and find ways to scare the others. 

RUN!

He didn’t get a chance to flee before a hand snagged the back of his uniform to keep him in place, only able to stare in horror as Fritz and Scott are suddenly locked in a room they didn’t even know had a door. 

S-S-Sugar h-h-honey i-iced t-t-t-t-tea.

Jeremy trembled as James came up with the solution to block the doorway with one of the many cinderblocks lying on the floor as Mike grabs a few as well. But as soon as they split off to try and keep as many doors open as possible, the room suddenly became two with a brand-new divider that shouldn’t be possible, followed by something sliding over the once blocked door and proving their plan useless. 

That leaves him standing in shock beside David, the business man for once completely speechless. 

“W-W-We need to l-l-leave,” Jeremy breathes. 

Hazel eyes immediately glare down at him as David’s trance is finally broke. “Like hell we are.” 

“We can’t h-h-h-help them n-now! Not f-from i-in here!” the stuttering guard states, glancing toward the locked door leading to Eggs’ room, watching the knob jiggle and shake without it budging an inch. They can’t hear anything but he can imagine the mechanic cursing as much as Mike. 

“If we leave,” David growls as he stalks to the door Scott and Fritz are behind. “I guarantee Afton will kill them if he already hasn’t.” 

“H-H-He wouldn’t!” 

The taller’s tone becomes mocking. “How would you know, Skitzgerald?” 

Jeremy’s fists clench without his permission at the nickname thrown over the business man’s shoulder, turned away to say he’s not being listened too, most likely spoken with an eyeroll. 

It’s something all the guards do whenever he’s attempting to make a point. Usually he doesn’t mind because sometimes he can be a bit...much. Everyone else in his life doesn’t find his constant stuttering and fearful squeaking endearing. Mike was the first person to not even comment on it. The rest of the guards respect him enough due to surviving for months staying alive from midnight until six am. It doesn’t mean they don’t sometimes push him off to the side. 

But there are a few times he’s right and deserves to be listened to. Such as now. 

“F-F-F-Fine!” 

David sighs as he turns back toward Jeremy, ready to explain to the stuttering guard why he shouldn’t be sitting in the corner pouting, and instead help him- 

He freezes as he watches their sentient ball of nerves sprint straight out of the building. 

That fucking dumbass! 

“JEREMY!” doesn’t bring the shorter back, and he swears it seems like there’s a timer for him to get the hell out of here too or else he’ll be locked inside. 

One last look back at the door not baring so much as a dent from a cinderblock being thrown at it and he finally sprints out as well, not admitting he jumps when Jeremy suddenly tugs on his arm. 

“I found M-M-Mike!” 

“I’m wringing your neck after this,” tries to state he’s not happy with such a stupid decision having been made. Not while they’re group is split up and trapped. But of course, grey eyes only blink back at him as if not comprehending the threat. “And cutting all your hair off.” 

That gets David his desired response of fear and anger as a small scowl is given. “C-C-C-C-Come on!” 

“Hey, Douche Bag. Finally listened to Jerber’s ass?” 

“Give me a break,” David huffs at spotting the open window leading to a basement room. One that sits too high above Mike’s head as he waits patiently. He doesn’t acknowledge the fact the window’s lock had been on the outside. Or the fact that while he would’ve been tall enough to reach it from inside, his broad shoulders would make it impossible for him to fit through. 

He does allow his suit to get dirty by lying on the ground to offer a hand, their lead guard leaping up to grab it to be carefully helped outside. Smirks as Mike puts Jeremy in a headlock to ruffle the curls mercilessly. 

“M-M-M-MIKE!” 

“It was lucky we found you there.” 

Jeremy sends another scowl at the statement his idea was lucky instead of being good, opting to fix his hair instead of argue. 

Mike lets go of his best friend to properly shrug, raising his own eyebrow toward David’s demand he take direction from here. With Jerber already doing a great job. “Well now we have goddamn three assholes. That’s badass compared to two.” 

“Then what does Jeremy want to do?” 

The stuttering guard goes still at being addressed. Stares as two guards taller, stronger, and more experienced than him wait. It might be with contempt from one, but there’s nothing but patience from the other. 

“To the roof!” he squeaks. 

“Fuck yeah!” 

“Never mind, I’m getting them out myself.” 

#FNAF Bois #for once there is NO g/t #but as promised the David has once again snuck his way into a story #he is inescabale #i blame his tall height that allows him to pick up someone from their place in line to stand there instead #it's called cheating and frankly it's not fair #but I hope you liked it! #a Jeremy as promised #thank you for sending over a request it absolutely made my day! #I hope you have a great rest of yours! #now #where's MY starbucks as promised #And Why Not Trust Yourself #writing #BTE writing #answer

[sylvies-kablooie]

i do unironically think the best artists of our generation are posting to get 20 notes and 3 reblogs btw. that fanfic with like 45 kudos is some of the best stuff ever written. those OCs you carry around have some of the richest backstories and worldbuilding someone has ever seen. please do not think that reaching only a few people when you post means your art isn't worth celebrating.

#i often wonder about how many things would be considered classic or high art had they only received the marketing #how many short films that were made for class could have been the most powerful thing you'd ever seen? if you'd seen them? #“you know the greatest films of all time were never made” etc etc #but like. these works of art ARE being made. it's just enjoyed by a smaller audience with equal impact though #i think about this one furry i used to follow on insta who had the coolest worldbuilding ever. it's been years. #thought prompted by that sketch of nimona from ten years ago that was just for a character design #posted to the creator's tumblr and now it's nominated for best animated feature film at the oscars #and by the genuine emotional reaction a fan comic made me feel. how much work had gone into it. how beautiful it was to me. #idk what to tag this but i hope whoever needs to hear it does #writing #writer #fandom #fandom culture #artist

[spineless-lobster]

I am not the divine masculine or the divine feminine I am the divine comedy and you will address me as such

#danteposting #I hope you guys like my stupid history jokes #the divine comedy

[badolmen]

WARNING 18+

19

#ra speaks #it’s a silly joke/pun dw #we stay silly :3 #edit: #woahg. that’s a lot of notes. hi everybody o/ #10k. stop clenching your jaw and drink some water. #15k. eat some fresh fruit this week! I’m having kiwis tonight :] #20k. quit sitting like a shrimp it’s bad for your neck! sit up straight and do a little stretch every now and then #25k. I’m up at 2 AM but I’ll get to see the sunrise today :] if you can’t see that I hope you admire the sunset later today #30k. do something fun you haven’t done in a while. I haven’t drawn in months - I think I’ll paint a cat tomorrow :3

[hansoeii]

#i made this to make myself feel better after e6 #so I hope it can help you all recover too #a perfect kiss in the rain like crowley deserves #good omens #good omens spoilers #good omens 2 #good omens fanart #aziracrow #aziracrow fanart #ineffable husbands #david tenannt #micheal sheen #neil gaiman #my art #digital art

[endusviolence]

Rowling isn't denying holocaust. She just pointed out that burning of transgender health books is a lie as that form of cosmetic surgery didn't exist. But of course you knew that already, didn't you?

I was thinking I'd probably see one of you! You're wrong :) Let's review the history a bit, shall we?

In this case, what we're talking about is the Institut für Sexualwissenschaft, or in English, The Institute of Sexology. This Institute was founded and headed by a gay Jewish sexologist named Magnus Hirschfeld. It was founded in July of 1919 as the first sexology research clinic in the world, and was run as a private, non-profit clinic. Hirschfeld and the researchers who worked there would give out consultations, medical advice, and even treatments for free to their poorer clientele, as well as give thousands of lectures and build a unique library full of books on gender, sexuality, and eroticism. Of course, being a gay man, Hirschfeld focused a lot on the gay community and proving that homosexuality was natural and could not be "cured".

Hirschfeld was unique in his time because he believed that nobody's gender was either one or the other. Rather, he contended that everyone is a mixture of both male and female, with every individual having their own unique mix of traits.

This leads into the Institute's work with transgender patients. Hirschfeld was actually the one to coin the term "transsexual" in 1923, though this word didn't become popular phrasing until 30 years later when Harry Benjamin began expanding his research (I'll just be shortening it to trans for this brief overview.) For the Institute, their revolutionary work with gay men eventually began to attract other members of the LGBTA+, including of course trans people.

Contrary to what Anon says, sex reassignment surgery was first tested in 1912. It'd already being used on humans throughout Europe during the 1920's by the time a doctor at the Institute named Ludwig Levy-Lenz began performing it on patients in 1931. Hirschfeld was at first opposed, but he came around quickly because it lowered the rate of suicide among their trans patients. Not only was reassignment performed at the Institute, but both facial feminization and facial masculization surgery were also done.

The Institute employed some of these patients, gave them therapy to help with other issues, even gave some of the mentioned surgeries for free to this who could not afford it! They spoke out on their behalf to the public, even getting Berlin police to help them create "transvestite passes" to allow people to dress however they wanted without the threat of being arrested. They worked together to fight the law, including trying to strike down Paragraph 175, which made it illegal to be homosexual. The picture below is from their holiday party, Magnus Hirschfeld being the gentleman on the right with the fabulous mustache. Many of the other people in this photo are transgender.

[Image ID: A black and white photo of a group of people. Some are smiling at the camera, others have serious expressions. Either way, they all seem to be happy. On the right side, an older gentleman in glasses- Magnus Hirschfeld- is sitting. He has short hair and a bushy mustache. He is resting one hand on the shoulder of the person in front of him. His other hand is being held by a person to his left. Another person to his right is holding his shoulder.]

There was always push back against the Institute, especially from conservatives who saw all of this as a bad thing. But conservatism can't stop progress without destroying it. They weren't willing to go that far for a good while. It all ended in March of 1933, when a new Chancellor was elected. The Nazis did not like homosexuals for several reasons. Chief among them, we break the boundaries of "normal" society. Shortly after the election, on May 6th, the book burnings began. The Jewish, gay, and obviously liberal Magnus Hirschfeld and his library of boundary-breaking literature was one of the very first targets. Thankfully, Hirschfeld was spared by virtue of being in Paris at the time (he would die in 1935, before the Nazis were able to invade France). His library wasn't so lucky.

This famous picture of the book burnings was taken after the Institute of Sexology had been raided. That's their books. Literature on so much about sexuality, eroticism, and gender, yes including their new work on trans people. This is the trans community's Alexandria. We're incredibly lucky that enough of it survived for Harry Benjamin and everyone who came after him was able to build on the Institute's work.

[Image ID: A black and white photo of the May Nazi book burning of the Institute of Sexology's library. A soldier, back facing the camera, is throwing a stack of books into the fire. In the background of the right side, a crowd is watching.]

As the Holocaust went on, the homosexuals of Germany became a targeted group. This did include transgender people, no matter what you say. To deny this reality is Holocaust denial. JK Rowling and everyone else who tries to pretend like this isn't reality is participating in that evil. You're agreeing with the Nazis.

But of course, you knew that already, didn't you?

Edit: Added image IDs. I apologize to those using screen readers for forgetting them. Please reblog this version instead.

#transgender #trans history #transsexual #transphobia #Magnus Hirschfeld #holocaust #holocaust denial #book burning #j.k. rowling #jk rowling #just in case you missed what i mean by all this: go fuck yourself anon :) #trans people have always existed #and we will always exist #if you really wanna pick a fight with me over well-documented history then you better bring in some sources to back your shit #queer history #queer #lgbt+ #lgbta+ #lgbt #lgbt history #edit: i finally got around to those damn image IDs. i am so very sorry for totally forgetting that's my bimbo moment of the month #also real quick i thought about adding an image of the actual building but the only one i can find has a Nazi parade in front of it #it was taken the day of the book burning raid and honestly if i were to include it then i'd add it to the first few paragraphs #and i think the story's better told when you uphold the hope Magnus Hirschfeld and all the researchers he worked with had #also keeps being brought up: yes Hirschfeld was a eugenicist. it was a popular belief set that was only discredited after WW2 #Hirschfeld died in 1935. he literally didn't live long enough to see science turn against those beliefs and practices #considering how he changed his mind on transitions i like to think he would've changed his mind on eugenics too if he'd lived

[corviiids]

my top bit of advice going into the new year: compliment people. especially strangers. literally everyone you interact with if you can. when you buy coffee in the morning compliment the barista's tattoos. when you're chatting with a coworker tell them that by the way you like their outfit. always find something they've chosen to do on purpose. nail polish, jewellery, tattoos, hair colour/style, statement accessory, outfit, etc are all good bets. things people hope will be noticed. things that aren't too personal so it doesn't make them uncomfortable (eg probably not their physical features). i've gotten into the habit of scanning everyone i talk to for something about them that i think is cool so i can tell them. it's a great habit because it makes me notice people and realise just how many neat little details there are in people's presentation of themselves that might pass me by if i wasn't paying attention. and it brings out so much joy. you'd be surprised how much it disarms people to receive an unexpected compliment from someone they don't know. it is the most sincere smile you will see all day long. it feels nice to make people happy but it also means you win the social interaction. establish dominance by complimenting a stranger's earrings and disappearing into the fog

#rookposting #the little 'oh!' followed by a big grin is now my highlight in every interaction i have with a stranger #you can always spot the things people hope will be noticed and you have no idea how happy it makes people when it gets noticed #i find it's always better to compliment things they did deliberately vs complimenting stuff like their voice or their face or other things #that are inherent or they cant change because that can make people uncomfortable for one thing to hear that from a stranger #but it's also just less meaningful imo because they didnt do that on purpose

[stil-lindigo]

frankly, the people whose kneejerk reaction to bisan asking for a global strike form the 21st-28th is to say that it takes years to organize a general strike are really unhelpful! no one is saying otherwise, but palestine will be a smoking crater if we all wait for years to do anything - bisan is asking us to do something now. Like are we only supposed to do something if we can do it perfectly??? At some point it’s a valid critique about the work that goes into social movement, and at another point I feel like some people are just trying to absolve themselves from not putting any effort into observing a week of economic inaction.

like idk! I get it, okay! People have bills to pay that don’t magically go away for a strike, we don’t have nearly enough social infrastructure in place to support people to fully stop going to work for a week. But fuck, dude! Stop immediately responding in such a defeatist way! Cut out unnecessary purchases! Try to shop local! Put more effort into promoting Palestinian voices online! Attend a protest, call a local rep, do something!

#like am I going insane #why did I see a post with thousands of notes on it talking about how it doesn’t make sense to be asking for this sort of action #it doesn’t make SENSE? #like god! I hope you’re taking other more sensible courses of action then! #fucks sake man #bisan is living through a waking nightmare and some of you are so pedantic and miserly #palestine #free Palestine

[petscoboba]

I want Toby Fox three years after the last chapter to make a game where it's just the Fun Gang going on a road trip to the east coast to go fishing. They raid a gas station on the way to grabs snacks for the road (and the lobsters they catch). Happy April Fool's.

#deltarune #susie deltarune #noelle deltarune #noelle holiday #kris dreemurr #fishing momence #I have one more page I wanted to draw for this little idea #but i'll have to get to it at a later date when i've got more energy #in reality this idea started as a way for me to draw kris happy after highschool #i relate to kris' lethargy a lot-- so i wanted to see them still trying to make the most of it despite their depressive nature #(perhaps if kris can find a way out maybe i can too?) #it's hard. it's really hard when you feel like you've got really nothing to look towards to #but i hope they can find meaning anyways. i hope they smile one day and i hope it's a real one #pssstt! chronologically this post takes place after another comic i have planned in the midst. it'll take 10 years to complete but one day. #that comic. will not be a happy one #heeeheehoohoo

[fox-mulder-gets-pegged]

I just wanna say bc I KNOW you're somewhere on tumblr, to the teenage girl who attended Take Your Kid To Work Day at an office building in Ontario, Canada circa 2013 and had a conversation with a middle aged woman in which you showed her your Black Veil Brides fanart and fanfics and ship content and told her about different fanfic tropes including a/b/o verse bc she happened to know who Panic! at The Disco and Fallout Boy were and thus you felt the need to show her your bandblr ship art, that was my fucking mother and I had to clarify all that to her including looking my mother in the eye and trying to explain a/b/o verse without sounding like a lunatic.

It's been 10 years and I still regularly sent evil energies in your direction. Since you'd be probably two years younger than me and thus legally an adult now, please know if this post reaches you it's on sight.

#she cornered me in the car and asked what shipping was and i almost had a fucking heart attack #imagine being like 16 years old and habing to explain knotting to your mother #random emo music girl I'm glad you had fun talking about your Band Guys to my mother #bc i also attended take your kid to work day at that office and i know how boring it was #but christ alive why did you have to fuck me like that? #anyways i hope this post reaches you so at the very least you know i think about you at least once a week #this has been weighing on me for ten years #im almost tempted to blaze this post

[emberglowfox]

Keeper -- a short comic about an angel meeting a robotic lighthouse keeper that doesn't know the world has already ended. Made in about 18 hours for a 24-hour 24-page* black and white comic challenge (that I arrived late to, ha.)

*the actual submission does not include the cover, which was created after the fact for this post.

This was a really great learning experience as someone who's... never really made a completed comic. I ended up really attached to the story by the end of the project (possibly due to all-nighter deliriousness lol) and ultimately am very proud of what I made.There are some things I'd still like to change, particularly text placement, but in keeping with the spirit of the challenge I've elected to leave it as is.

#sparks art #comic #angel #robot #my art #my comics #keeper: the angel #keeper: the lighthouse keeper #my ocs #hoogh. this was a grind yall lmao. but i am pleased with it #i hope you enjoy :pray: also keep your fingers crossed for me that this wins the contest #like it. it wont. because i am up against actual SEQA kids that know what theyre doing. and i dont actually mind really #but it would be funny #long post #very long post #sorry #i hope the readmore works

[dostoyevsky-official]

this email could've been a wordless locking of eyes across the street

#i hope this email passes over you like leaves in the fall

[theoldaeroplane]

worried that thing you put in your art or writing or game or music is too self-indulgent, too self-referential, too niche for anyone but yourself? fear not! you can do whatever you want forever. and you should.

#writing #art #music #games #things i have to remind myself of daily #anyway ive found those things you're worried about sharing are often the most powerful things you CAN share #i hope you write #<- i would like to replace that tag with something that is less conversational #it makes reblogs awkward #anyway good morning. i have so many things to do today but instead i am crafting a memorial to my partner's best friend in my fanfiction.

[nikki-rook]

smitten | adjective | smit·​ten deeply affected with or struck by strong feelings of attraction, affection, or infatuation

#man i hope you guys like these cuz these take forever. theyre fun but phew #good omens #goodomens #crowley #aziraphale #aziracrow #goodomensedit #aziraphel #azirowley #ineffable #ineffable husbands #ineffable idiots #ineffable spouses #ineffable partners #david tennant #micheal sheen #david and michael #michael and david #500 #1k #3k #10k #nikkirookgif